Dark Secret Wings Of Fire นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I need to get Derek out of here.” But just as I reached for the door, her voice echoed in my head again. “To bring this kind of Alpha back, will demand more power on my path.” I stopped. My hand hovered over the door. I could still feel Derek’s shallow breaths behind me. He was alive, but barely. If there was any chance of saving him… I clenched my jaw. “Power like that doesn’t come from sex,” I muttered under my breath. But she heard me. “Oh, sweet Lisa,” the witch cooed. I turned and saw her standing in the center of the fire, untouched by the flames. “Sex is creation. Destruction. Binding. Life and death. You think healing is gentle? It’s not. It demands sacrifice.”

“The shadow-walker returns. I felt your footsteps in the dark.” “You always were dramatic, Sister Maevra.” “And you always were a bastard.” Of course he knew her. There were so many secrets to this man. He was not wrong when he had told me he had layers. I was interested in peeling them back to find out who I was really attached to. She hobbled closer, dragging a silver-tipped staff that pulsed faintly with old warding magic. Her gaze settled, not on Orion, but on me. “She is the fire. The one the prophecy warned of.”

It was a nightmare! I have been coping with all the dangerous and painful whispers of the dark for quite some time already. I dream about the same thing almost every fucking night! I do not get the connection... In my dreams, I retain seeing two people. And I know for a fact that it's not a reverie. It was my memory. A memory from a hundred years ago! When I was still in the 17th century! Centuries have passed and that girl, even when it's tough for me to concede, is probably dead.

“You will pay!” I caught a glance of my reflection in the glass of the cases holding the wings. My eyes had turned black. I felt the dark magic surge through me as I stared momentarily at my reflection. Refocusing on Dietrick, I sent fire to surround my mate. Knowing that it was his clan’s element and that I was somehow able to control it, I cocooned him in it, willing the flames to heal him.

The spell he whispered drew thick dark drops of liquid leaking from his body, rolling down his arm, and out. "Risthor tiem uhlanor yreit." These miniscule droplets, converged into a long arm-length spiral lake, twisting and circling the white floating rocks, slowly seeping into them, soaking the crystals in deep blackness. These were what Ekron called: The Shards Of Darkness. His darkness. Another snap from his fingers, forced each shard to appear in front of a lord, a supposed demigod he had summon, and so did a key: brilliantly shimmering, fighting off the dark progeny from the shards beside it.

She loved that motorcycle, and I found myself agreeing—the ride would calm her down at least so that she could properly articulate whatever had happened. I didn’t know what to think. Lillianna had a dark side. It was fucking scary when she plunged into those depths, and hard to bring her back out of it. So often, it was like she was two souls warring within her, one foot in the darkness and one in the light.

But even that reminder doesn’t stop my mind from flashing images of him behind my closed eyelids. The roots that are inked all over his groin, stems growing over his stomach, until they bloom into different colored flowers on his chest that I’ve felt his heart racing in. Black and white snakes, their bodies tangling down one thigh while a night sky, with a blood red moon and black birds in flight play out on the other. His neck, that ink that’s been bitten between my teeth, with feathers spread on both sides, a colorful dragon breathing bright orange-reddish fire on the front, coming up till just under his chin. And his back, that my nails have sunken into, scratched, grabbed for mercy, cove

The dark form loomed every time he closed his eyes, leering down at him with fiery eyes. 'Thy will be done.' The voice drilled into his skull from the chapped, unmoving lips. 'Continue and release me! Bring down the wrath of Hell on those who wrong us! Bathe in their blood and revel in Hemlock's pain!' Biting down on his chapped lip, he felt the blood rise, hot and heated to the surface. He looked at Lloyd, his eyes boring so deep it was as if he sought to decapitate him by sight alone. "If...they find out...name...I...tell you." He whispered huskily. "Can't...stay here. I don't want...to burn. Had enough Hell."

HIS DARKEST SECRETS CHAPTER 59 ***** Sanctify saw herself in a dark forest with loud chippings and horrifying sounds which became louder at every step she took. Surprisingly she wasn't fazed or scared about anything as she boldly walked with a particular sense of direction and blood lust taking over her. What's working with her? She couldn't tell, it was as if she was being hypnotized with a force that can't be denied as she went nearer to her prey, a sharp dagger in her left hand as her long dark clothes danced freely from the impact of the air.